Merry Christmas!

A/N

So I finished this last night and read over it this morning. Hope you enjoy:O And Murry Christmas!

NOTICE: I'm changing from phonetic writing to regular writing when Ivan says: Sunflower. I'll fix it in previous chapters soon. Just letting you all know.

"What do you mean it's not me?" I asked, making my way over to the picture feeling somewhat put off. How could it not be me? I mean, why would it be anyone else?

"Well, I mean it is you, it's just...not you, you. It's photoshopped. Rather poorly done if I do say so myself..." I snatched the picture from his hand and gave it a good look. Oh that was definitely me. No doubt about it. But taking a closer look at the image you'd noticed that it was not my hand, okay maybe the one with the beer in it was mine(probably taken when I was out of it), but the other one didn't even remotely look like it belonged to my body.

Crumpling the photo, I began towards Ivan, who promptly turned to leave. I followed him out the door as he passed Madame, who was returning to class.

"Bathroom?" He asked, in passing.

"Oui." She replied over her shoulder.

"Ditto." I mumbled, still heated.

"Oui, oui!" She called, exiting the hallway.

I pushed passed Ivan, once through the door, and blocked him from getting into the stall.

"If you think I'm letting you off scott-free this time, you're seriously misguided..." I thought of good insult. "Pansy ass." It took a moment for a him to react.

"What did you just call me?"

"Yeah, you heard me, pansy ass. I'm done with your bullshit and-"

"-Don't call me that." He stated, agitation in his voice. I smiled, realizing I'd gained an upper hand.

"Don't call you what? Pansy ass? Pansy ass, pansy ass, pansy ah-" I felt something strong and hard close around my esophagus, and it took a few seconds to register that it was Ivan. I gasped for breath, and found myself strangely frightened. Now, I'm sure your thinking, Strangely? What's strange about being afraid of being strangled to death? Who wouldn't be afraid of that? And yes, fear is something I should have been feeling, but not for the reasons most people would. Instead of clawing at the large hand cutting off my breathing, something far more frightening registered. It felt good. I couldn't help but close my eyes. This must not have been enough for him because after about 15 seconds of me not fighting back, he pulled me closer and began to shake me.

"No reaction?" He asked, looking somewhat confused. Then after what I assumed to be another 15 seconds, he smiled and loosened his grip before tightening it again. He was obviously a wear of the reactions he was getting now, and soaking up every uncontrolled noise and facial expression. I still hardly knew what was going on.

I'd lost count of how many seconds had passes since my last breath when I felt him start to fully remove his hand. He watched in amazement as I gasped and wheezed covering my throat with my own hands. I felt violated and, worst yet, excited.

I heard a knock at my door.

"Come in." I said, eyes fixed on my screen.

"Hey, what's wrong, Al? You came back from the bathroom looking pretty shaken up." I looked back him, then back to my computer screen. I switched tabs to FaceBook.

"I'm fine." I cleared my voice and scratched my neck. This is where I think he started to get more worried.

"I really don't think so. What is this?" He said, leaning over my shoulder. I minimized my web browser. "What are you hiding?"

"Why are you snooping?" He pushed my hand off the mouse and re-opened the web browser. I didn't fight back, kinda wanting Matty to know so I could talk about it with him.

"The intentional restri...oxygen...sexual arousal? Erotic Asphyxiation?" He released the mouse and turned me to look at him. "Erotic Asphyxiation?" He repeated, now painted with terror.

"I..." He turned my head to the side and turned on my desk lamp, getting a better look at the fresh bruises on my neck.

"Ivan." He spat.

"Just!" I went silent, and he looked at me with worry. "I dunno..."

"What happened?"

"I don't know! I just...I called him a name...and then he starting choking me-"

"What did you say to him to make him start choking you!"

"Pansy ass..."

"Mon dieu! Do you even know why he doesn't like being called that?" He asked, slapping his forehead.

"No! Why would I?"

"Alfred. His late father used to call him that. No one in Ivan's family approved of Ivan doing ballet. Even as he got better, his dad would only come to the performance to tell him how much of a 'pansy ass he was', and how unimpressed it was. He never gained his father's approval, and to this day can't stand to even be called a pansy. Let alone the whole damn thing! It was the one thing he asked of us when the company was put together! He even-"

"-Okay Matt! I get it! God..."

"Why did you even think to call him that? I mean of all the things..." He began muttering if French.

"It's just what me and Antonio were calling each other today in Physics...I'm sorry! It was all I could think of on such short notice!"

"It's not me you should be apologizing to!" Matt buried his palms under his glasses. Silence filled the room again while I gathered my thoughts.

"No. No! It's not him who walked away with battle wounds!" I said, showing off my neck. "He's not the one who realized he had a really fuckin' weird fetish at the hand of his enemy! He's not the one who has to go around school tomorrow with a good excuse as to why his neck is bruised! And most importantly, he's not the one curious as to why he enjoyed it!" I admitted, more so to myself then to him.

"I could have gone without that last bit of information." Matt stated, blankly, turning to leave.

"Sorry." I mumbled turning back to the computer screen.

When I heard the door click shut, I looked back to make sure he'd left. Knowing I was truly alone, I put my hand up to my neck and tried to mimic what he'd done earlier, but my hands were too small. I sighed, feeling unsatisfied. I picked up my phone and went to my contacts. Eyeing Ivan's number I knew I had more than enough will power to ignore the urge to shoot him a text.

Just because I knew I could resist, made it all the more tempting.

To: Ivan B.

How did ur number gt in my cell?

From: Ivan B.

I believe I put it in there during one of our first meetings.

To:Ivam B.

Thats kinda wird.

From: Ivan B.

Have you any other reason for this conversation?

To: Ivan B.

Yeah. I wanted 2 say srry, cuz I fel bad...matt told me about ur dad n stuff.

From: Ivan B.

Fine. I forgive you. But only because you were obviously turned on after I choked you.

To: Ivan B.

I dnt no wat ur taking about.

I quickly went back and deleted his last text, reconsidering what I had just texted.

To: Ivan B.

Srsly tho, dnt tell any1.

To much?

From: Ivan B.

It'll be our secret;)

I was fucked.

I was heading to Matt's car after rehearsal later that week, Matt having stopped running off with Francis everyday, when I felt the uncomfortably close presence of the oversized man on my back.

" 'Think tonight you'll be in my car, podsolnechnik."Ivan said, venom in every word. I saw Matt, conveniently falling back into his old ways and Francis's arms. Francis had stopped him, and obviously said all the right things, because now Matt was to caught up in hugging to join forces with me and defeat Ivan.

"Fuck man..."

"No, not yet. I'm gentlemen, you know." I groaned, feeling so stupid for having said that out loud. He led me to his car and I sent Matt a text.

To: Matty

Jst gt ubducted by IVAN wile u were flirting wit stinky mc stinkface. Kthxbai.

It was awkward enough riding in the car with him as he listened to his weird Russian music, but then at every red light, he'd turn on the car light and turn my neck to it to see the remains of his handy work. I shivered under every touch, feeling all the more defenseless.

It's fun writing texts. Btw, anyone else heard about Alfred's little kyptonite? Yeah, it's pretty interesting, Wiki it.